Stay I whisper to him. Stay in the car. Stay in this moment. But of course he never does.

And it’s impossible to say and even harder to feel.

I tell myself relationships are hard work. No one is perfect. There’s no such thing as happily ever after.

Finny never tells anyone how he is feeling; you just have to know him well enough to understand when he is sad or scared. Today his expression does not tell me how he feels about...

I am ten years old again, and I cannot imagine life without him.